Somewhere To Go

the wind that creeps that softly speaks that constantly weeps which loudly pleads its case to be free the sky of gray sky of gray treacherous days treacherous days this wretched phase in which i fade the storm that howls from seven sea the rebel cries of revelry the trees that whisper their tales to tell the ring of bells still frightens me give your pain a sheltered hide look for vision in the sky let all of the people know behind the sky is a place to go keep on running keep on keepin' now you've got to keep escapin' the beasts are on the prowl the beasts are on the prowl And they're comin' now